novelzi Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Adele had always fantasized about dominating Dorothy, about making the proud princess submit to her desires.
But did she have the ability?
Could Adele, the “bottom” in all her relationships, actually top someone?
It seemed impossible... and yet, at this very moment, the unthinkable was happening.
Dorothy, the highest-ranking Sequence One, the princess of the vampire race, was lost in a haze of passion, her body melting beneath Adele’s touch.
Like a traveler who had crossed a vast desert, parched and desperate for water, Dorothy drank deeply from Adele’s offered lips, her fangs grazing the delicate skin, drawing blood. Their bodies were pressed together, so close that Adele could hear both her own racing heart and the frantic beating of Dorothy’s.
Adele took full advantage of the situation, knowing that once Dorothy regained her senses, there would be hell to pay.
Dorothy’s physique was the most youthful Adele had ever seen. She lacked Hermione’s and Celeste’s statuesque figures and commanding presence. Her dominance stemmed from a deeper, more primal place, a chilling aura that emanated from her very soul.
But she wasn’t petite and delicate like Sharon or Adele either. She possessed a perfect balance, a youthful charm that hovered between the innocence of a child and the allure of a woman.
Sharon’s demeanor was timid, her body frail. Adele, on the other hand, exuded a captivating blend of innocence and sensuality. Her features and figure were youthful, but not weak. She was slender and graceful, her curves perfectly placed.
Despite her seemingly flat chest in the academy uniform, Adele’s hidden assets would become apparent at the upcoming ball, when she would don a glamorous evening gown. Her cleavage, both ample and alluring, would be on full display.@@@@
And her pert little bottom... well, that was a sight to behold.
Thankfully, it wasn’t summer yet. Otherwise, Adele in her tight shorts would be the most breathtaking scenery on campus. Just imagining giving that round, peachy bottom a playful pat, sending shivers down her spine, was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.
Dorothy was slightly taller than Adele, a vision of youthful perfection. A true princess, worthy of her royal bloodline.
Normally, Adele would have been content to admire Dorothy from afar. But at this moment, she felt like she was about to pass out from blood loss!
“...”
So this was what they meant by “the punishment is worse than the crime”...
She had saved Dorothy from succumbing to madness, but at what cost?
Well, to be fair, she was probably going to end up in this position regardless of Dorothy’s mental state.
At least she had managed to top Dorothy for a few glorious moments. Small victories.
Dorothy’s breath was hot and ragged against Adele’s skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her mind was in turmoil. She knew Adele had acted out of concern, trying to help her. But her pride, her sense of dominance, wouldn’t allow her to simply ignore what had happened.
She was a princess, a queen, born to rule. Submission was not in her nature.
She needed an explanation, a way to save face.
“Adele...” she said, her voice strained. “I’ll give you one chance. Beg for my forgiveness.”
Adele, however, had nothing to apologize for. Especially after their earlier argument.
She closed her eyes, turning her face away, refusing to acknowledge Dorothy’s presence.
“Adele... I hate it when you’re stubborn!” Dorothy growled, her patience wearing thin.
With a sudden rip, Adele felt her shirt being torn open, the cold air hitting her exposed stomach.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” she cried, her eyes flying open, fear gripping her heart.
Dorothy’s eyes blazed crimson, a predatory smile curving her lips. “Granting your wish,” she purred, her voice a seductive whisper. “I’m going to make you my possession, Adele~”